Chapter 7 - Neighbors?

"Sorry I didn't quite catch your name this morning, my name is Elijah," he says leaning against my car.

"Oh my name is Orla. Do you mind me asking are you Italian, you have quite a accent," I tell him looking into his coffee brown eyes.

"Ahh yes you caught on to me dang it," Elijah says in a tone of sarcasm.

"Haha well I should get going my mom doesn't want me late, apparently she chatted up the neighbors to get them to have dinner with us," I said shooting him a sheepish smile.

"Oh ok see you later," he says walking away.

I hop into the car speeding off to the house. The radio is blasting Girls In The Hood by Megan Thee Stallion the queen herself.

Fuck bein' good, I'm a bad bitch (ah)

I'm sick of motherfuckers tryna tell me how to live (fuck y'all)

Wack hoes hate under my pictures on the 'Gram (ugh)

Bitch, you better hope I never run across your man, uh

In the mall with him, I'ma have a ball with him (woah)

*At the house*

"Mom im home did you brieve the neighbors to come home for dinner?" I question her while walking in.

"Yes it works everytime sweetie!" She says beaming.

"What time are they coming over?" I ask walking up the stairs.

"5:30 so you have an hour and 30 minutes. Also be yourself I don't want to see you have a dress because obviously people need to see you for you boo," she says acting like a teen.

I am convinced my mom hasn't aged mentally since her teenage years. This is why this woman that just told me to act, dress like myself is my best fucking friend.

I go into my bathroom and take a hot shower then do my skincare and brush out my hair. I decided to leave my hair normal in it's normal state. I decide no makeup because I despise makeup.

I decide on a over-sized graphic tee and sweatpants.

"Orla come down they are here!" my mom yells from downstairs.

Well just on time then.

"Coming mom!" I yell rushing down the staris.

"Hey sweetie I want you to meet Mr. Jones, Mrs. Jones, and Elijah Jones there only child," mom says gesturing to our guests.

Wait Elijah as in the Elijah I met earlier this morning?

"Hello my name is Orla. I believe me and Elijah already met at school this morning," I say shaking there hands.

"Hello Orla I hope Elijah wasn't mean this morning," Mr. Jones says sincerely.

"Oh no worries he was really nice to me. We actually have a lot of things in common and were in the same classes," I tell him sitting down.

"Oh im glad to hear that dear," Mrs. Jones says sitting down along with the rest of them.

"Wow you really jinxed it Orla, we are fucking neighbors," Elijah whispers grinning at me.

"Well I made Sheperd's pie along with Barmbrack," mom says while our guests have confused expressions on there faces.

"Oh im sorry my mum is used to not explaining the foods we eat since were Irish. Sheperd's pie is basically a pie made with meat, and Barmbrack is a type of bread," I say smiling at them sincerely.

"Oh wow we have never had Irish food-" Mrs. Jones says before she gets interupted by Elijah

"-its so good!" Elijah says moaning and gobbling the food down.

"Elijah where is your manners!?" Mrs. Jones says glaring at Elijah.

"It's fine we always get the same reactions all the time," my mum says laughing while the rest of us eat.

"So Orla what do you like to do in your spare time?" Mr. Jones asks while eating.

"Well im quite unordinary. I played soccer at my old school on the boy's team. I am still playing soccer on the boy's team since I got offered a spot from the principle. I like Marine life. I also like art," I say looking for judging expressions.

"Wow im so proud of you honey," my mum says.

"That is awesome Orla that means you will be on the team with Elijah right?" Mr. Jones asks beaming.

"Yes I told Elijah this morning when I bumped into him," I said sheepishly.

"That is incredible you remind me of myself when I was young. I played baseball," Mrs. Jones says.

"Ok well how bout' you go show Elijah your room while us adults talk?" mum says.

"Ya sure lets go Elijah," I say getting up and walking towards the stairs.

I see Elijah following me after like a duckling. I run up the stairs to my room and jump on my bed. Elijah comes in shortly after and plops himself on the bed besides me tickling me.

"S-stop p-please," I say gasping for air.

He doesn't stop he just chuckles.

"I won't stop Principessa," he says in a husky voice nibbling on my earlobe.

My breath starts getting more heavy. Why does he have such a effect on me? He touches my hand placing it into his. Sparks light up my body like I got electrocuted.